Mob: Next chapter. Sorry it took so long. I was on the verge of giving up.
September Skies
Chapter 3
"What do you mean we can't go out today?" Bakura asked, now getting impatient with the boy. This was the third time he lied to him, why? All because of work. Work, work, work. 'I'm sorry Bakura, but I have a deadline.' Bakura frowned. Screw that. Ryou was either going to be with him or not. Ryou looked up from his computer. "I'm sorry, Bakura. I really am. I need to finish this."
"NO."
Ryou glanced up and blinked. "What...? What do you mean 'NO?'"?
"You keep making promises and you keep breaking them! If you won't spend time with me then I'm leaving, I'll go find someone else!" Bakura shouted with pure fury. He couldn't take it anymore. Ryou was unaware of how he felt; he didn't know it was tearing him up inside. Ryou's eyes narrowed as he stood up from his desk. "Jerk." He said then shoved Bakura out of the way, heading out the door of his room.
Bakura fell to the floor, his eyes wide. What just happened? Whatever it was, he sure as hell didn't like it. Not at all. He got to his feet and walked after Ryou, grabbing him hard by the arm. Ryou turned around. "Fine! Leave me then! I don't care! You're just in the way anyway! What kind of lover keeps you from your work, your dream?"
"Bullshit! What kind of lover keeps breaking promises?!"
"Answer my question!"
"Answer mine!" Bakura snapped. Ryou grabbed his arm back from Bakura and walked away a few feet before turning and facing Bakura. "Bakura, this isn't an option for me! I'm a writer respect that! Why can't you see that writing is important to me?"
"...Sometimes I wonder if you love your writing more than me..." Bakura mumbled and sat down on the couch in the living room. Ryou rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, following him. "Bakura, don't be like this." Bakura turned and glared at him. "Don't be like what? Just face it, writing is more important to you than I am! You know, I don't know why I've wasted all my years with a foolish asshole like you."
"Stop it!"
"You want me to leave? Fine. I'll leave."
"Bakura- please-" Ryou grabbed Bakura by the shoulders, near tears. "I don't-"
"Make up your fucking mind! You either want me here, or you don't. Simple as that, you idiot!" He said, standing up. He was losing it. He just couldn't take it anymore. All this time, Ryou ignored him, and now...he didn't know. He'd never been so confused in his life. He simply didn't know what to do the first time in his life! He was always in charge of things. Back in high school, he was nothing like this! He was the kind that was hard to break, the one who didn't care about others feelings but his own. But over the years, Ryou changed that, not even aware that he did. Ryou didn't know. He didn't know. He just knew that both of them had changed. Ryou- back in high school- Ryou was innocent. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting someone. But now...that's changed...and it really pissed Bakura off.
"I don't want you to leave...."
"What happened to you?!" Bakura said, his voice breaking. Ryou looked down a bit upset. "What do you mean...?"
"You used to be nice!"
Ryou shook from the violent force of Bakura's anger. His arms dropped from Bakura's shoulder and fell to the couch. "I-"
"You what?!"
"I don't know, okay?! I'm sorry!" He quickly jumped up and dashed back up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door behind him. Bakura got up and clenched his fists, silently walking outside where he ran into Amane who had bags of groceries in her arms.
"H-help?" She asked, giving a weak smile. Bakura looked at her strangely but sighed. He grabbed two of the bags and placed them on the counter, Amane doing the same thing. Once all the bags were on the table, she let out a sigh of relief. "Woo! Okay, I'm tired." She said then sat on one of stools and began taking things out of the bag. Once she had finished three bags she looked up at Bakura. "Is it just me...or does it feel really tense in here?"
"It's nothing."
"Sure?"
"Yeah."
"Because I'm always here...."
"Uh-huh." Bakura said then opened the fridge, placing some of the items in different slots. After a while, Amane growled. "Don't make me beg."
"It's nothing...we just had a fight is all. There, end of conversation." He said, closing the door to the fridge and walking back to the living room. Amane got up and began putting things in the pantry; the room going into a deathly quiet silence, one that Amane couldn't take. "Why?"
"Amane." Bakura growled.
"Sorry."
"...It's-...I mean...I...I don't know. He just spends more time working than with me is all."
"I see." Amane nodded.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Bakura. Bakura. Bakura. You got to MAKE him spend time with you. That's the way that boy works." She said simply. Bakura turned and looked at her. "How do you know that? You've been--- he was different then." He said, almost telling her the truth. Ryou made him swear not to tell Amane about how she had been in a comma.
"Change? In a day? Nah. Easy. Oh, I want to help! Can I?" She asked, Bakura let out an exhausted sigh. Well...he was willing to give anything a try, even if he was the one who was more upset. Amane held her finger to her chin. "Well...what about...your first date?"
"Our first date?" He blinked. He remembered that almost too well. That was when Ryou almost killed himself, completely because he had a case of nerves. That was when he had Ryou realize who he was. "Yeah...I remember it...why?"
Amane smirked. "You'll see..."
Later
Bakura walked into the room he and Ryou shared and walked around. Instead of at his desk, Ryou was sleeping on the bed. Perfect. He walked around in search of something, not stopping until he found it. Spotting a silver cell phone, he opened it and turned it on, laying it next to Ryou's ear then walked out of the room. Suddenly the phone rang, Ryou jumped, startled out of his sleep. "What the-?" He growled then opened it to see that the ring wasn't someone calling, it was someone text messaging him. He had almost forgotten about that feature. He didn't really use it anymore though. He looked at the message.
Cult: Hello Ryou
Ryou thought for a moment. Why did then name 'Cult' ring a bell? It seemed too familiar. Either ways, he couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember his own screen name. He's had the same phone ever since high school. He found no point in getting a new one. When it broke he just got it fixed. He decided to reply.
CoH: Who's this?
He waited for a while. Finally a reply came.
Cult: Bakura
"Bakura....? Why the hell is he messaging me when we live in the same house?"
CoH: What do you want?
Cult: I just want 2 get 2 'know' u......are u grounded this time?
Ryou smirked. He remembered this.
CoH: No, I'm not
Cult: Forget about writing, u can sneak out 2night, right?
Ryou paused for a moment. He really did have to finish before his deadline...but he really did have to mend his relationship with Bakura...
CoH: Yes I can
Cult: Good. Then sneak out.
Ryou rolled his eyes and stood up, walking out of the room and glancing at the clock. It was 8:03 p.m. It wasn't very dark out, but it was getting there. He quietly walked down the stairs and pulled on his black windbreaker. Someone had stolen his other jacket (Amane). Making his way to the door, he pulled on his shoes and stood back up.
CoH: Where to?
Cult: Want me 2 take my motorcycle?
Ryou let out a dry laugh. He knew Bakura was kidding, he didn't own a motorcycle anymore, but he did remember that line from last time.
CoH: No, I don't think me and motorcycles mix.
Cult: Then I'll take my car. Go outside.
Cult signed off at 8:13.
Ryou sighed then opened the door, seeing Bakura parked on the side of the street. He smiled then closed and locked the door behind him, walking outside and along the grass.
Amane peeked through the curtain and grinned. "Romantic.......I'm good!" She said proud of her plan.
.......
Bakura smirked. "You know, I finally got you to go out with me and we end up going to an arcade." Ryou smiled. "Yeah, I know. And you know what else I know?"
Bakura looked down, "Oh, don't worry, I don't have a gun with me this time." Ryou looked down, a bit upset. "No...no... I wasn't going to say that. What I was going to say was this is exactly like our first."
"Wow, you got me." He said then glanced over at Ryou who had both of his hands on his face, covering his eyes. "What? Ryou- what's wrong? What's the matter?" He asked, placing a hand on Ryou's shoulder only for it to be thrown to the side by an upset Ryou.
"I'm sorry...it's just- I don't..."
"You don't what?"
"..."
Bakura pulled over to the side of the road. "What?"
"Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"No, really, it's nothing."
"Ryou." Bakura growled. Ryou looked down. "I don't..." He stopped; Bakura banged his head on the stirring wheel. "You don't what?" He said, starting to lose his temper. "What, Ryou? What?"
"...deserve this..." Ryou finished. Bakura felt like screaming. "It's ok, I forgive you. okay?"
"No- it's not okay..."
"Okay, okay, you're a horrible person, but I forgive you."
"It's not that easy-"
"Then help me out here, Ryou! I decided to go and do something for you so the least you can do is have a good time!"
"I'm sorry." He said then opened the door of the car and stepping out. Bakura sighed. He couldn't believe this! Ryou was too dramatic at some times. It was now that it hit him that Ryou didn't really change. He was still the same innocent Ryou...
Ryou walked out into an empty parking lot then observed his surroundings. His eyes grew wide as he fell to his knees and began to cry. This was the same parking lot that they were at when he decided to run from Bakura when they had their first kiss. He couldn't take it. It was all too much. He suddenly jumped when he felt two arms wrap around him. Bakura held onto him. "I'm such a bad person..."
"Yeah, you are a bad person." Bakura said, pulling Ryou's hair back to the side and kissing his neck. "But I love that person."
At that, Ryou cried, all the while Bakura was holding him, rocking him back and forth. Once Ryou had finally calmed down, the two stood and began walking to the dock near the ocean, the one that was famous for Ryou's drowning. Once at the end of the dock, the two stopped. Bakura looked at him. "You're not going to drown."
"..."
"Because I'm going in with you." He said then took a deep breath, Ryou doing the same. Doing that, the two jumped in.
Later
"Ding-dong!"
"Coming!!!" Amane sang out, rushing for the door and opening it in the process. "Hell-o...woah...what happened to you guys?" She asked, observing the two boys that were soaking wet. Ryou looked up at Bakura. "I'm going to go take a shower, okay?"
"Okay." He said then Ryou ran off. Amane handed Bakura a towel and walked him inside. He took off his wet jacket and placed it by the sink. "So...how'd it go?"
Bakura grinned. "Won't tell."
Amane smiled and with that walked off.
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Mob: Well, yeah, I know, mushy stuff, but eh, whatever. I know this was a horrible chapter and I'm aware of how fast it's going. But hey, at least I updated, okay? Next chapters supposed to get interesting though so be patient and stick with me. Read and Review. Flames will be made fun of.